Blair accelerated and hurried upstairs. She opened her suitcase, took out her umbrella, and then hurried back down.

When she joined Miller and they were about to leave, she heard the old granny ask her son, “I think something is not right. Son, is there a rainstorm?”

Her son was busy cooking in the kitchen as they still had some guests.

He was too busy prodding the fire with a poker to notice his mother’s mumbles.

After some hesitation, Blair suggested, “Miller, the old granny said there might be a rainstorm. This is the mountain area. How about we—”

Before she could finish speaking, Miller cut her off. He was slightly annoyed by her and the granny’s superstitious nature.

“You have an umbrella, don’t you? If there really is a rainstorm, we can take shelter from rain.” He grabbed her wrist and led her to catch up to his colleagues.

reluctance, she chose to listen

up the hill. After dozens of minutes, they saw a clear stream. The water

“I told you. The weather forecast said clearly that there would be no rain today. The old granny is too old to

forecast is not always correct. The granny has lived in the mountain area for so many years. I think she can tell more about the weather than the weather department just by looking at the sky. We

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‘It’s true what they say-the prettier

nature itself gave him a tight slap in his face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and

and cried

her umbrella out of

had brought an umbrella, and only

they were unable to find shelter from the

held her umbrella with the other, guiding her

struggled at first, but soon gave up and let Miller take her

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